EVENT LOG: GOOD GOD, Y'ALL

[asgardmods]

Who: EVERYONE
What: the Good God, Y'all mingle log.
When: Days 461-462 ( June 9-12 )
Where: the castle courtyard
Rating: PG-13. Anything higher than that should be taken to a private log, please!

Day 461 ( June 9/10 )

When the Travellers wake up, they will find a message sent to every bracelet in the city:

As per the agreement between the gods and their Travellers, all persons within Asgard are humbly requested at the castle courtyard for enlistment in the Holy City's war efforts. Every individual is invited to find their resolve and seek out their purpose; this is the final stand in Ragnarok, and your help is needed now more than ever.

Enlistment is mandatory! Please see your local officials for more information.

A friendly if not a touch formal invitation to what will essentially be Asgard's job fair! A mandatory job fair. This is why we can't have nice things.

The castle courtyard and the streets leading into it will be crowded with bustling natives and several booths, not uncommon in appearance to the many festivals they've had over the last two years. This time, however, there is no music or celebration to be had. Everyone is hard at work organising their efforts for the war and doing their level best to assist in the transition.

Day 462 ( June 11/12 )

The fair will continue for two days, to give everyone time to get down there and make their decisions. Anyone that hasn't signed up by the end of this day will be visited at home by a city rep and a few guards that will politely ask them to register for a group and weaponry if they plan to carry it. Refusal will land them in jail for the day, where they will still be politely asked to please, seriously, just pick something. Anything. Uncle Odin wants you.

At the end of the fair, there will be food and drinks to thank the Travellers for their support and cooperation. Throughout the entirety of the event and for the rest of their stay, the natives will be more reverent and grateful than ever than the Travellers have chosen to stay and fight at their side. They will do anything they can to help them win this war; this evening will be one of camaraderie and appreciation for the past, present, and future sacrifices to save the World Tree.

[ OOC NOTES: This is the mingle log for the Good God, Y'all event. Remember that all characters must be signed up for at least one group by June 12. Information on the currently established groups can be found here; sign-ups are in the comments section on the same post. Please put [OPEN/CLOSED] along with the time/location in the title of your comment. Let us know if you have any questions! ]

Comments

[sheloves]

It'd be better if the kids could stay out of it, but war is war, it doesn't discriminate. [She touches her medic bag with a sigh.] Hopefully they'll stay safe.

[They won't. She knows that. The kids never stay safe and there was no real way to protect them, either. Not in the days that were coming again.]

[galvanist]

Here's hoping, [ Whale remarked, with a sigh and a frown. Of course, that frown on his face told Ril exactly what he was thinking: some of the kids wouldn't stay safe, people would die. ]

Makes you really wonder about the gods' judgement.

[sheloves]

If you were desperate and your power was not particularly reliable, you might cast your net as wide as they. These are not all ordinary children though sometimes an ordinary child can change the course of conflict. [Her head cants to the side a touch.]

Give them hope when you can and it will give them strength to face the battle ahead. I have given as much to my own as my universe went out planet by planet and our Pilots became younger and younger.

[galvanist]

[ Whale couldn't help but look a little bit confused as Ril started to talk. ] So your world was one of those that died--or, apparently, is dying.

I'm sorry.

[sheloves]

It won't be long, I think. [Ril folds her hands behind her back, quietly accepting the fact of the matter.] And I am sorry, too. But we will do what we do best and fight until the end of it or the end of us. That is the nature of this beast.